Well, today started out well, but around noon, I just lost any motivation. I seriously stared out a window for up to 3 hours. I think I might have to take my AD at night.
I made the bed, installed Word (3 installations per disc my ass! WOO!), went for a 15 minute walk (baby steps) and brushed the cat. Some jotting of plans, 2 loads of laundry. Now I all want to do is drink a beer -- I HATE beer, but this Three Blind Mice brown ale isn't bad -- finish my mani and probably go to sleep.
I may try to meditate and do a few yoga sleep postures.
This weekend will be good, though. My friend K is paying for me to go to a 5:30 yoga class with her, and Saturday is F's big 40th bday blast. I can't wait. I may tempt fate and dye my hair -- skunks laugh at my stripe of dull brown.
And to top that off, we found out this morning that our dear friend Becca (many of you met her at the Pasadena f2f) has a tumor in her neck. It is 80-90 percent likely benign, but we don't know for sure yet. Needle biopsy soon and then scary surgery either way.
Oh, and I spent half an hour sobbing in front of my two bosses today because I screwed something up and got called on it.
It's been a really bad week.
Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. How utterly craptastic.
I wish all health-ma for Becca. And I hope this weekend is stress-free and blissful.
Oh, Pix, no wonder you melted down a bit. That's seriously a metric ton of crap you're dealing with. I wish you some boring, nothing out of the ordinary days in your very near future. (And then some epically awesome ones after that, but nothing too overwhelming at first...)
Much stuff-going-right-ma to you.
Please give Becca my best, I'll be sending prayers and good vibes her way.
I'm sorry, Pix. I hope everything works out for Becca, and that your banking stuff gets resolved in a useful manner.
Oh, Pix. This has been an awful week for you. I'm very sorry.
Ugh pix. Suck indeed. Send Becca my best wishes.
Yikes, Pix. That's a lot of trouble all at once.
Thanks all. I have a pretty awesome husband who tucked me in front of the TV with the dogs and told me to watch something brainless. Arrow and old STtNG have followed.
